Loving Grant

Behind Closed Doors

I mentally scream. "Screw him! Let's go." I say, tugging on Grayson's hand to stop him from staring after the guy.

"Do you think he knows we....?" Grayson starts to ask.

"There's no way. He's just a creep." I cut him off.

We walk silently up the steps and then he stops at the top. "Now where?"

I shrug. "Any empty room will do."

He pulls me into the closest one and closes the door behind him. "How's this?"

I nod. "Perfect."

"Good." He takes off his black suit jacket and lays it on the bed and then reaches for his mask next.

I take my mask off too, giving myself a second to cool down.

"So? Are we good here?" Grayson says shifting uncomfortably.

I walk quickly over to him and hit him on the shoulder. "What was that?"

"Okay, so we're not good." Grayson takes a deep breath.

I roll my eyes. "Why did you kiss me back?"

"Zeph, what kind of question is that?"

"The kind that is meant to be answered." I cross my arms.

He sits on the bed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

I look at him in disbelief. "You didn't mean to kiss me?"

He shakes his head. "Not really."

"I kissed you first, I'm sorry I didn't mean to do that."

He nods. "I know, it's all good."

"The whole time you knew I thought you were Grant?"

"I assumed."

I begin to pace. "Yet you kissed me back?"

He holds his head in his hands. "You tugged on my hair a little bit."

"What?"

He looks me in the eyes, his green eyes glimmering in the shadow lighting. "It's kind of my thing."

"Your...thing?" I hold his gaze.

"It's embarrassing and kind of girly, but I like when someone plays with my hair." He looks away.

I stop pacing. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

"It's okay, I know." He bites his lip and looks me up and down.

"Did you just check me out?"

He smirks. "I'm sorry."

"We've got to quit repeating ourselves. Just don't do it again."

He meets my eyes. "I won't."

"Okay, so we need a plan because this is very bad, like catastrophically bad."

"Let's just pretend it never happened or get him to do something equally as bad and then he won't care as much."

I glare at him. "No, we have to tell him and we're not manipulating him beforehand. We just need to talk about somethings first."

"Alright, talk to me." Grayson bites his lip and keeps staring at me.

"Did the kiss change anything between us for you?"

He looks surprised by my question. "It's a little different."

"Meaning what?" I pry, needing to know more.

"Like I know what it's like to kiss you now."

"How does that make you feel?"

He bites his lip. "Guilty."